The Heavens: From Film and Mythology to Conquering Myriad Realms

"My name is Lu Yao. I greet Fellow Daoist Zhou."

Lu Yao stood up and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan is both the leader of the Miaoyin Sect and Zi Ling's mother.

Of course, Zi Ling is still called Wang Ning now, and has not yet experienced the tragedy of losing her parents.

"I am aware of what you have done, but I wonder what your relationship is with this disciple of our sect?"

Zhou Yuan's expression shifted slightly as she looked at Fan Jingmei behind Lu Yao.

Fan Jingmei felt a little nervous upon hearing this, after all, she and Lu Yao had only met twice and had no real relationship.

However, Lu Yao gave her a very kind feeling, unlike other senior cultivators.

"Miss Fan and I have some kind of connection. She helped me with a small favor, and I originally intended to take her as my maid. Unfortunately, I didn't expect that she would actually be a disciple of the Miaoyin Sect."

Lu Yao shook his head and said it was nine parts true and one part false.

Taking Fan Jingmei as a maid was just an excuse; his real purpose was still to target the Miaoyin Sect.

"Oh? It is Jingmei's good fortune to have gained your favor. May I ask which school you belong to?"

Zhou Yuan's heart stirred, and she asked the question as if it were unintentional.

"I am a rogue cultivator, so what sect do I belong to? This is also my first time in the inner sea of ​​the Chaotic Star Sea."

Lu Yao smiled and casually revealed his background.

Zhou Yuan was overjoyed. Unaffiliated cultivators were an extremely easy group to win over.

Now that he has taken a liking to Fan Jingmei, he can use this as an opportunity to keep Lu Yao in Miaoyin Sect.

Miaoyin Sect is a medium-sized force with five Core Formation cultivators, but they are all at the early stage. If Lu Yao joins, he can fill the vacancy left by Elder Meng.

"I see, fellow Daoist..."

Zhou Yuan smiled gently, about to say something more, when suddenly a rough surge of magical energy came.

"Isn't it a bit much for the sect leader to interfere in my personal affairs as soon as he returns?"

A suppressed voice came from afar, instantly silencing the atmosphere in the pavilion.

Upon hearing the sound, Fan Jingmei, somewhat frightened, leaned closer to Lu Yao and unconsciously grabbed his arm.

Lu Yao smiled faintly and gently patted Fan Jingmei's nervous little hand.

Soon, an old man with white hair dressed in a black robe walked in. He looked at Fan Jingmei behind Lu Yao, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Elder Meng, your arrival is timely, so there's no need to send someone to invite you."

Wang Heng, who came in with Zhou Yuan, stood up, his tone extremely cold.

"Hmph! You have to concern yourself with such a trivial matter as this? I have served the Miaoyin Sect for so many years, and all I have to do is take a few concubines. Why are you being so harsh?"

Elder Meng snorted coldly. He felt that these people were making a mountain out of a molehill. Their attitude was only directed at him.

For a dignified Core Formation cultivator like him to have to depend on others for the sake of taking a few maids and enjoying a few women is simply an insult to him.

In other sects, there would be as many women as one could want in order to win over a Core Formation cultivator like him.

"I can't control how many women you want, but what kind of logic is it to force your own disciples?"

Wang Heng frowned, his eyes filled with disgust as he looked at Elder Meng.

"You surnamed Wang, don't think that just because you're the sect leader I won't dare to deal with you. I'm a dying man, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Elder Meng was furious and glared fiercely at Wang Heng.

"you……"

Wang Heng was also furious and wanted to argue with him.

Although he was sent by the Star Palace, only Zhou Yuan knew about this; the other elders were unaware. After all, it wouldn't sound good if word got out, as the Star Palace usually sends Core Formation cultivators to serve as elders for its affiliated sects.

"Elder Meng, please show some respect!"

Zhou Yuan couldn't stand it any longer and directly interrupted Elder Meng and her husband's argument.

"Hmph! Sect Master, you are wise to know that all the concubines I have taken in were chosen voluntarily. You are free to verify this."

Elder Meng dared not confront Zhou Yuan, after all, Zhou Yuan was the sect leader of Miaoyin Sect and had Xinggong backing her up, so his momentum immediately weakened.

However, he was confident that the women he had taken in wouldn't dare to anger him, after all, the majesty of a Core Formation cultivator was not something that ordinary female cultivators could resist.

"Fellow Daoist, are you perhaps willing to make an enemy of me over a woman?"

Elder Meng suddenly looked at Lu Yao, his tone extremely cold.

Seeing Fan Jingmei clinging to Lu Yao's arm only fueled his anger.

Fan Jingmei's beauty is among the best in the Miaoyin Sect, otherwise she wouldn't have caught Elder Meng's attention. Now, seeing the woman who should belong to him embracing another man, how can he save face?

"Make an enemy? What an arrogant and conceited person."

Lu Yao chuckled, his aura exploding forth. The pressure of a late-stage Core Formation cultivator pressed down on Elder Meng like a storm.

Lu Yao had strong control over his divine sense; such powerful pressure was only directed at Elder Meng, and the others were not affected.

"Late stage of Core Formation??"

Zhou Yuan and the other elders' expressions changed, and they looked at Lu Yao with some shock.

They knew Lu Yao was a Core Formation cultivator, but they didn't expect him to be a late-stage Grand Master cultivator. If he could advance one more step, he would become a Nascent Soul Ancestor who could roam freely in the Chaotic Star Sea.

"How could that be! Fellow Daoist, please forgive me, I had no intention of offending you!"

Elder Meng's expression changed drastically. He was only at the early stage of Core Formation, and his blood and qi were declining. His strength was not even as good as that of an ordinary early stage Core Formation cultivator.

He's only become arrogant now because his lifespan is nearing its end and other cultivators are unwilling to provoke him.

After all, he's about to die, and he's capable of anything. If he were to self-destruct, even a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator would suffer.

However, against a late-stage Core Formation cultivator like Lu Yao, his self-destruction was nothing more than a dazzling firework, posing no threat whatsoever to such a cultivator.

"Fellow Daoist, please calm down. Elder Meng has indeed gone too far. I will punish this person severely. I hope you will not take action."

Zhou Yuan quickly spoke up, fearing that Lu Yao would kill Elder Meng in his rage.

If Lu Yao were to kill Elder Meng, how would they, as elders of the Miaoyin Sect, conduct themselves?

We can't win in a fight, so why should we go to the Star Palace for reinforcements? It's really not worth it to avenge Elder Meng.

After all, it's easy to invite a god but difficult to send him away, and Miaoyin Sect might lose even more in the end.

"Very well, then let me see how Sect Leader Zhou handles this."

Lu Yao remained calm, his imposing aura dissipating rapidly like the receding tide.

"Whoo~"

Zhou Yuan took a deep breath and turned to look at Elder Meng.

“Fellow Daoist Meng, your behavior may be common in other sects, but it is intolerable in my Miaoyin Sect. From now on, you are no longer a guest elder of my Miaoyin Sect. Please leave.”

Zhou Yuan's expression was icy, and the intention to drive her away was quite obvious in her tone.

"Sect Leader Zhou! Are you trying to kick me while I'm down?"

Elder Meng's lips twitched, and he looked at Zhou Yuan with displeasure.

"Our sect and Fellow Daoist Meng have always been mutually beneficial, so how could we possibly intend to betray each other after we've served our purpose? Please proceed."

Zhou Yuan shook her head and waved her hand impatiently, her eyes filled with disgust as she looked at Elder Meng.